Written 9 June 2026 for 1479 Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
sloppy fields carpeted with golden mellowing wheats a fevered light with vibrant sun, trapped in pigment bleeds across the canvas the wheat, thousands of tiny swords with each stalk a silent hum caressed by a gentle breeze ever try to reach the impossible blue some dark green defiant cypresses overshadowing the surrounds stretching towards the sky spinning their secret story of sublime strength and resilience providing shade around them stand as silent vigils guarding intruders a serpentine path winds its way through the fields leading to some houses and beyond to a cobalt stream the dwellings of familiar shape not grand, not imposing stand gazing at the sapphire sky shrouded with some stretches of cotton clouds each window, a rectangle of mystery holds surreal surprises one can hardly guess blooming like whispers with the chimneys` silhouettes a smudge of charcoal breathing quiet sighs into the vast, indifferent air in the background hills shaped in quasi-perfect triangles reflect the azure blue sky merging with the horizon with a sense of infinity it is not just a scenic scene of undulating wheat fields and giant cypresses but a warmth of feeling a serenity made tangible a quietude, that speaks its own language Vincent with his passionate brush made the scene bloom made it blaze a place for living in peace a place for inhaling nature`s bliss a piece of land fallen from heaven to earth.
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